Her eyes narrow slightly as you gently stroke the rabbit's fur, but she doesn't object. "Well," she says slowly, her voice still rough with desire, "since our little fuzzy seems to have won..." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear once more. "...maybe we should give him a special reward."
Her fingers slide free from your body, leaving you feeling cold and empty without her touch. Instead, she reaches down to scoop up the rabbit, holding it close to her chest. "